Kendra's Point of view.
"What's wrong, Kendra?" Mother asked as she walked into the room, my sobs, haggard and ragged as I had been crying for a long time.
"I'm, tired ma, I'm tired." I complained, holding my face in my hands, my hair splattered to my face, my clothes still dripping water from the rain, lightning flashed, lightening the room as it did so.
"It's alright, my daughter." She said, just as the thunder rumbled, muffling her statement at the end, she came closer to me, pulling me from the chair, stop took me in her arms, pulling me to her chest as she tried to console me, muttering the sweetest of words, unconditional love which have already been in existence since she had borne me, down till this moment we were in our lowest of lows.
"Why can't they just let me be?" I asked,
